@ExpendableYou know, RPGuild has like, laugh, and thanks reactions.
It's a damn shame there's not a cry reaction.
Poor Max. Poor Qaymu.
Sorry about that.
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Tsukimichi Moonlit Fantasy has an ordinary-looking MC that to the world he'd been Isekai'd to, the humans find him incredibly ugly.
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Gkids did a special theater showing of My Neighbor Totoro, tonight was the last night. Pity.
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Heaven has exactly one lawyer, but don't tell anyone. Mary Todd's still looking for him.
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Woke up Christmas night and there was Santa glaring at me from the door. At least I think it was Santa. We had a marine neighbor, or maybe it was dad? Only neither one had a beard.
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I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
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Sorry about that.
"Drinks," Kraseawei grins. "Always a good start."
The half-elf turns and makes her way to the bar, flagging down the bartender.
"Ozza said to give us a drink on the house, I'd love a small sherry, thank you."
Glancing back at the others, she shakes her head. "C'mon, don't be shy. It's a hospitality thing."
Just who was this mistress and what work might she have for them, she wondered. Hopefully it paid well.
The half-elf turns and makes her way to the bar, flagging down the bartender.
"Ozza said to give us a drink on the house, I'd love a small sherry, thank you."
Glancing back at the others, she shakes her head. "C'mon, don't be shy. It's a hospitality thing."
Just who was this mistress and what work might she have for them, she wondered. Hopefully it paid well.
Question, actually, especially for @Dragonydas but also in terms of expectation from everyone else: we have a lot of people, are we expected to wait until everyone's had a round before we post again?
My general rule is there must be two posts from someone else before I reply again in character, or we do a collab post.
"Max," Qaymu calls out quietly, but the figure on the bed didn't stir.
"He's sleeping all the time now, sergeant," the nurse said. "And he's stopped eating. We're keeping him hydrated, but it's just a matter of days, now."
"I see...." Qaymu sighs, feeling the tears forming. "Is it okay if...?"
"Of course," the nurse smiles.
He waits until the nurse closes the door behind him before stepping over to the bed.
"Last week, you were chasing nurses and complaining about the chow," he said, raising his hand from his hat, "this is just too... sudden."
Qaymu glances about the room, making sure there were no cameras and the door was closed behind him, then straightens his index and middle finger.
"Ŷmen indmthą otën oũryth indmthą; ŷmen hōughtsthė otën oũryth hōughtsthė," he intones softly. A small yet elaborate magic circle appears spinning over his fingertips, then he leans forward to touch it to Max's temple.
"Sergeant? Would you like something to drink?" the nurse asks, leaning through the doorway. She frowns as Qaymu steps back, tears trickling down the old man's cheeks. "Are... are you okay?"
"Yes," the dragon says hoarsely, wiping the tears away as he sat down heavily in the chair beside his buddy's bed. "Just... reliving some memories. I wouldn't mind some coffee, thank you."
"Of.. of course," she says, smiling as she closes the door.
Qaymu checks the drawer next to the bed and pulls out Max's signet ring, slipping it on the soldier's ring finger. It flares for a moment.
"Don't forget, this comes to me."
"He's sleeping all the time now, sergeant," the nurse said. "And he's stopped eating. We're keeping him hydrated, but it's just a matter of days, now."
"I see...." Qaymu sighs, feeling the tears forming. "Is it okay if...?"
"Of course," the nurse smiles.
He waits until the nurse closes the door behind him before stepping over to the bed.
"Last week, you were chasing nurses and complaining about the chow," he said, raising his hand from his hat, "this is just too... sudden."
Qaymu glances about the room, making sure there were no cameras and the door was closed behind him, then straightens his index and middle finger.
"Ŷmen indmthą otën oũryth indmthą; ŷmen hōughtsthė otën oũryth hōughtsthė," he intones softly. A small yet elaborate magic circle appears spinning over his fingertips, then he leans forward to touch it to Max's temple.
"Hey!" Max said, still running his hand over the stubble left on his head by the boot camp barber, pointing at Qaymu's mustache with the other. "How come dey didn't cut dat off?"
Qaymu shrugged and grinned. "I don't think they noticed it."
Bullets zipped through the leaves overhead while Max frantically tried to cover his head with his hands in the little hollow.
"We gotta do somethin'!"
"I got this," Qaymu said, a fireball appearing between his hands for a second while Max looked on wide-eyed in disbelief, then it shot through the brush and exploded. The VC screamed briefly.
"What da hell was dat?" Max demanded, stunned.
Qaymu grinned, tapping his temple with his index and middle finger. "Magic!"
"Dat's some trick! You gotta teach me dat!"
The music swelled. Max and Qaymu turned to see Mary, resplendent in her wedding dress and escorted by her father start up towards the altar.
"Can you believe dis is happenin' ta me?"
Qaymu smiled, leaning forward. "No, you lucky sonna..."
"Hey!" Max said, still running his hand over the stubble left on his head by the boot camp barber, pointing at Qaymu's mustache with the other. "How come dey didn't cut dat off?"
"Sergeant? Would you like something to drink?" the nurse asks, leaning through the doorway. She frowns as Qaymu steps back, tears trickling down the old man's cheeks. "Are... are you okay?"
"Yes," the dragon says hoarsely, wiping the tears away as he sat down heavily in the chair beside his buddy's bed. "Just... reliving some memories. I wouldn't mind some coffee, thank you."
"Of.. of course," she says, smiling as she closes the door.
Qaymu checks the drawer next to the bed and pulls out Max's signet ring, slipping it on the soldier's ring finger. It flares for a moment.
"Don't forget, this comes to me."
There was a show that started in the UK and came to the US called "Being Human" about a vampire, a recently turned werewolf, and a ghost sharing a house.
@LugubriousQaymu - "Good morning. Glad to see your companion hasn't eaten you yet."
Oh, and no publisher will want to use AI as writers as you cannot establish copyright, according to the courts. However, it's a good bluff.
Oh, and no publisher will want to use AI as writers as you cannot establish copyright, according to the courts. However, it's a good bluff.
Qaymu eyed himself in the mirror, making sure his uniform was perfect - creases sharp, no pendants, ribbons and insignia straight, nary a wrinkle or a spot.
Carefully, he slipped on his trench coat on, then gave himself a final look in the mirror. He let his human face appear, his elegant black whiskers turning as white as the hair now appearing on his head, no sign of his proud dragon crest. In short, he looked like an old human male.
He turned to take a look at his apartment, slender marble pillars rising up to hold up the balconies and the ceiling above, the chandeliers, the tables and bookcases that held books and other trinkets picked up in his travels. The windows that let in the light showed a grayish sky beyond, belonging to some other world or dimension.
His eyes darted to his cat, watching him preparing to leave.
"Watch this place," he told her. Picking up his briefcase, he strode out the door, closing it carefully behind him. As the lock clicked, he smiled and whispered the locking spell that would secure it.
As he strode out of the elevator, he heard Velvet's call for "volunteers." From the look of her, the bartender had had a hard night. It was a wonder she hadn't slipped up and tried to tap one of her bar's regulars. Perhaps it was self-preservation? Not wanting to become a second-hand alcoholic. Those AA meetings would be interesting - and short lived.
"Ladies," he said, nodding.
"Going to the VA hospital," he told Theris as he strode past her desk. "Visiting a sick friend."
Carefully, he slipped on his trench coat on, then gave himself a final look in the mirror. He let his human face appear, his elegant black whiskers turning as white as the hair now appearing on his head, no sign of his proud dragon crest. In short, he looked like an old human male.
He turned to take a look at his apartment, slender marble pillars rising up to hold up the balconies and the ceiling above, the chandeliers, the tables and bookcases that held books and other trinkets picked up in his travels. The windows that let in the light showed a grayish sky beyond, belonging to some other world or dimension.
His eyes darted to his cat, watching him preparing to leave.
"Watch this place," he told her. Picking up his briefcase, he strode out the door, closing it carefully behind him. As the lock clicked, he smiled and whispered the locking spell that would secure it.
As he strode out of the elevator, he heard Velvet's call for "volunteers." From the look of her, the bartender had had a hard night. It was a wonder she hadn't slipped up and tried to tap one of her bar's regulars. Perhaps it was self-preservation? Not wanting to become a second-hand alcoholic. Those AA meetings would be interesting - and short lived.
"Ladies," he said, nodding.
"Going to the VA hospital," he told Theris as he strode past her desk. "Visiting a sick friend."
@Xaltwind
My character's hook was that they walk around blindfolded because there's no other way, no tool that could prevent her from petrifying others.
So I'm going to make a centaur lol
Gorgons might walk around wearing special wrap-around fake sunglasses that contain a camera and lens-sized screens. Still, I could imagine what might happen if they encountered a Karen in the wild, ripping off their blindfold or sunglasses in the belief the gorgon is faking being blind only to get petrified.
And there may be two dragons, but one's red, possibly younger, and mine walks around small.
Resident list
Achieng Chima - Watumaji -Grad Student - 1-107.
Max - Human - Front Desk - 1-113.
Suzy Krause - Ghost - Deceased (Human) - Room 1-202.
Velvet Coventry - Vampire - Evening Bartender - Room 1-205.
Yumeiko - Kinko Seishin - Priestess - Room 1-407
Miyuki no Suzuyami - Freeloader - Room 1-407.
Nicholas Nightengale - Shapeshifter (local) - night guard - Room 1-501.
Iris Madril - Werewolf - no known employment - Room 2-105.
Elephtheria (Theria) Lasthena - Gorgon - Assistant Manager - Room 2-202.
Alphonse Dreary - Mothman - Former(?) Psychopomp. Room 2-502.
Qaymu - Dragon - Temporarily retired/part-time stage magician. Room 2-506.
Name Unknown - Shoggoth - Constructor - Room 3-112.
Khalid Alhazred - Human - Handler - Room 3-112.
Ryū - Red Dragon - No known occupation - Room 3-303.
Kai Nereus - Merman - Water Shaper. Room 3-305.
Varlam - Sirin - Janitor. Room 3-506.
Achieng Chima - Watumaji -Grad Student - 1-107.
Max - Human - Front Desk - 1-113.
Suzy Krause - Ghost - Deceased (Human) - Room 1-202.
Velvet Coventry - Vampire - Evening Bartender - Room 1-205.
Yumeiko - Kinko Seishin - Priestess - Room 1-407
Miyuki no Suzuyami - Freeloader - Room 1-407.
Nicholas Nightengale - Shapeshifter (local) - night guard - Room 1-501.
Iris Madril - Werewolf - no known employment - Room 2-105.
Elephtheria (Theria) Lasthena - Gorgon - Assistant Manager - Room 2-202.
Alphonse Dreary - Mothman - Former(?) Psychopomp. Room 2-502.
Qaymu - Dragon - Temporarily retired/part-time stage magician. Room 2-506.
Name Unknown - Shoggoth - Constructor - Room 3-112.
Khalid Alhazred - Human - Handler - Room 3-112.
Ryū - Red Dragon - No known occupation - Room 3-303.
Kai Nereus - Merman - Water Shaper. Room 3-305.
Varlam - Sirin - Janitor. Room 3-506.
It's all fun and games until the ghost freezes your soda and turns off your computer when you're in the middle of something.
So all ghosts are just like cats?
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